At least try

Dancing in the wind.
blowing,
feeling my face.
Grey clouds collecting,
around me, silence.

I can feel the electrisity,
the quiet before the storm.
There will be no fires this year.

Static electrisity,
hair standing on end.
Hold me close to you.
I am not afraid of storms.
Will you/can you be uncertain with me.

I/Me/you can't predict the nature of a storm.
Only God leads it.
Giving it power.
Your arms are they strong enough to hold
me. Burying my face in your chesst. Will you let me.
You smelling fragrant of spicy sweet.

I want you inside of me
longing for  you, I don't know you.
You even know less of me.

To strage or strangers to be with each other.
I am alone, you are sad. Can we meet halfway
between alone and sad.
Lets dance, sing, touch the sky,
lightening, let it strike, far enough to
excite both of us.

The dance is hard,
can we dance to the strorm,
or do we need the music.
Will we make the music.
Soft sighs of absolute.
You don't want to hurt me,
Not hard, no hair pulling.
Please......
Try......
It may free you from your self imposed
bondage.


I don't know love as she has moved out
from my house a long time ago.
She would be a welcome guest.
But I don't normally host company.

I am afraid of fires.
Am I willing for you?
Fire can be destsructive,
Fire can also be freeing,
teaching you to run between the
drops.

Ask me
I may tell,
At least try......
© 2011 Stefanie Stevens